Sara Stark Novels & Stories

“Dude, do you realize that you raised a fucking badass real-life Black Widow, Sarah Conor, Lara Croft action heroine?” “I’m aware.” Dad nodded. “No. You don’t get it, Mister Yashida…er, I guess it’s Kinsley. But you don’t get it. She burst into the room. Daytime stripper tried to open her mouth, and bam, something shot out from Hana’s wrist and right between the stripper’s eyes.” Pamela poked her forehead.

They both fit well into that category very easily. "Hello, Mrs. Daughtry, how can I help you tO’Brieny?” Sarah greeted her as she opened the front door. Sarah Michaels, who was better known as princess to everyone who knew her, was already tired from the day and the fighting of herself to even make the online profile. Dealing with her neighbor was not something she wanted to do even on a normal day. Smaller than most women, Sarah only stood barely five feet tall with her boots on. She was slight in build, and though she seemed to not be that strong, she could easily lift her suit when it was pack. The suit weighed eighty-plus pounds easily. Her size often led people to underestimate her, and

She was tired and exhausted from all the events. She wept with no restraint. Sabrina never liked crying but when she did it meant she had finally been broken from the inside. She always showed a strong front but deep down she was weak,vulnerable,broken. She was tired and wanted an escape from everything thing. it had already been hard enough for her to not cry at the thought of what they did to her mom and now there is a new sudden change and she wanted to strangle Eric right now. She cried until her eyes were puffy and sore. the redness in her eyes showed how much and how long she had cried.

“Nah, she hasn’t done any of that hocus pocus stuff.” He goes on to explain that she was in the pack house when Sarah burned herself on a skillet. Normally for a wolf it wouldn’t have been anything serious, but Sarah is still little, she is only six and doesn’t have her wolf yet. She doesn’t have the ability to heal like the rest of us do. She had blister that formed on her palm, and she was inconsolable. Hannah asked Uncle Bob if she could try and he said she could. She took Laura to the couch and sat her in her lap. He said that she looked like she was just sitting there rocking her and talking to her consoling her until she calmed down, and fell asleep.

She needed to do whatever she could to make sure of two things: that Angelica lived and Madeline died. Sara practically jumped up the stairs as she mentally apologised to everyone fighting, hoping they would be okay without her for just a little while. It didn’t take long for Sara to run down that hallway which reeked of rotting flesh and burst through the already broken door to find Angelica cuddled in Carla’s arms behind Nina and Gabriel with someone else looming over them ready to attack, his claws extended, his hair wild and when he looked over his shoulder and caught her eyes, she saw nothing but murderous rage, ready to spill blood without conscious. Sara used a spell to propel the pot

I chuckle with them till my cellphone rings, and with reluctance, I answer. "Hello," I pause, waiting for whoever called me to answer. "Roman",,I hear a choked female voice cry out. "Who is this?"I move to the hallway so Heather and Bella can choose a movie. I sigh as the female speaks louder. "Roman, it's me, Sara. I was told to call you for help. I need help. I'm being stalked, "she all but whispers. "I am with my mate, Sara. I can't leave her she is pregnant. I can send men your way to assist you but I can't come myself. Who told you to call me anyway?"I question her. I hear her scoff.

Sara's POV "I, Richardson Dawson, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, reject you, Sara Tierra , as my mate and Luna of this pack," I heard Richardson 's voice reach my ear, and a single tear ran down my left cheek as it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

Rebel turns and looks from me to her. “Oh Sara, yeah. She works for Ricci and Smyth. So she is here until I decide what to do with her. Is that a problem?” She asks, looking at me as Sara looks up and is frightened. She is pleading with me with her eyes to help her. But I can’t go against the Mother’s Revenge. “No, have you begun your questions with her?” I say to her and she shakes her head.

No matter who it was—Kelvin or Gilbert—Sara's ultimate goal was to stir up trouble for them. When she could not find a weak spot in Kisa's relationship with Gilbert, she targeted Kelvin and Gracie. Gracie, with her pure heart and strong sense of justice, was an easy target for Sara.

“Miss Stark. Twenty-four years old. The young lady who was kicked out of the Stark Family and married Sean Chase, the director of Chase Group in Bradfort City, two years ago. Just over a month ago, you got a divorce and started dating Tony right away. You managed to get Hart Group’s trusted designer from Chase Group for the Sunny Bay Project. The Elsinore Garden Project and the Blue Harbor Project were also fully funded by Hart Group. An undergraduate student who graduated from Bradfort University—never studied abroad nor has any special talent.” After Myra’s polite greeting, Gemma began to scorn and mock her. When she was done, she looked at Myra with a disdainful gaze. “Miss Stark, was any